Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Unintentionally, he didn't get up. Instead, he turned a direction and kowtowed to Liu Qingxuan. His palms turned to the top. "Master, I'm wrong."

The four words of "dare not next time" are never said again.

Liu Qingxuan's eyes did not lift, and his voice was extremely cold: "do you know how to write the wrong word?"

"I know." No heart full of guilt, that year the flow of the capital, is the master to take him away, teach him medical skills, let him become a useful person.

For many years, Shifu has been taking good care of him. Even if he made a mistake, he never scolded him in such a tone. But today, all of them have been completed.

I didn't know that Shifu was thinking about his safety. On this side of Southern Xinjiang, it was extremely restless.

"Do you know? Know that you are still alone in southern Xinjiang, know that you still put Fox's blood? You know, where did you leave all that I said to you? " Liuqingxuan suddenly chuckled, but the voice was very cool.

Unintentionally kneeling, dare not speak, the snow, cold from the knee into the bone, a piece of cold, this cold day, inadvertently without the slightest bit of internal force to protect the body, for a long time, the body will not support!

"Master, I let Xiao Hu's blood go, and I coerced Yunshan into letting him take it..."

"Hum, a man who can be threatened by others will not achieve great things." Liu Qingxuan interrupts Lengfeng's words, shakes his sleeves and enters the palace. The painted red carved gate slams shut. Inside and outside the gate, the two worlds are separated.

Without Liu Qingxuan's permission, he didn't dare to get up, and the cold wind was not good to help him. He said that he was kind-hearted, but who ever thought that, on the contrary, he made the unintentional master misunderstand even more.

Lengfeng has some guilt in his heart, which is not his original intention. "Unintentional, I didn't mean it just now."

"All right, Beibei can be saved." Unintentionally relieved smile, that handsome white face, smile rendering in the above, but it is particularly beautiful.

As long as they are willing to help, Nangong Beibei will be saved!

The cold wind didn't answer. Instead, he put his eyes on the red door. His heart seemed to be held tightly by a pair of invisible hands.

Endless worry and suffocation.

……

I don't know how long it took for the door to be painted red to open slowly. A cold voice rang slowly. Looking at it, Liu Qingxuan came out slowly with the woman in red in his hand. Red and purple copulated, but it was very exciting and tightly grasped the eyes of others.

The woman in red is wearing a silver bell on her wrist, a pair of red pointed shoes, and a bell on her ankle. Her long hair is slanting down, her eyes are tightly closed, and her feathers like a fan are fluttering away. It's breathtaking.

"Master, how is my friend?" Leng Feng strode forward and took back her sight from the woman in red.

Unintentionally, he also raised his head and looked at Liu Qingxuan with expectation in his eyes.

Liu Qingxuan threw the jade pillow and jade pendant to Lengfeng directly. He moved quickly. Fortunately, Lengfeng received it in time, and thin lips gently opened his mouth: "it's OK. Take good care of it, and you will wake up. When she wakes up, you will take us to the forbidden area in the capital

With regard to tombs and the seven killing Gu, it is bound to be clear why the southern Xinjiang society has not used this poison for 200 years, and why it has a relationship with Dayan.

Without waiting for Leng Feng's reply, Liu Qingxuan left the corridor with the woman in red in her arms. She walked by step by step, but she was beautiful and enchanting.

Leng Feng frowns. They are going to the forbidden area of the capital. Is the tomb in the forbidden area related to southern Xinjiang?

This question, tightly hovering in Lengfeng's heart, has not been answered, but now, Nangong Beibei is the most important.

Leng Feng strides into the palace. Nangong Beibei lies on the carved bed. Her face is ruddy. The wound is no longer black and purple. Is it really good?

But it made Lengfeng more convinced. Qiushui said that he had seen this kind of poison in the medical books and could make medicine to relieve it. The witch doctors in southern Xinjiang could also take it away. The owner of the tomb must have something to do with southern Xinjiang.

However, all the funerary objects have appeared. Why don't you see the owner of the tomb?

"Er..." Nangong Beibei's dull hum interrupts Lengfeng's meditation. She opens her eyes and is surrounded by splendor, which seems to be the scene often seen on ancient TV.

Isn't she leaning on the shoulder of the cold wind? Isn't she still in the woods? How did you get to the palace? What's going on?

"Beibei, are you awake?" Lengfeng put down his sword and held Nangong Beibei's hand. His eyes showed a smile, as bright as a bright pearl.

"Well, where am I? The palace Nangong Beibei asked with uncertainty.

Apart from the Imperial Palace, there is no place that can be decorated so magnificently. However, how long has she been in a coma? She has no impression at all.

Lengfeng nodded: "it's the imperial palace. We are in southern Xinjiang now. Your poison has been removed. It's OK."

Is it really a palace?

In ancient times, it was not easy for people without any status to enter the imperial palace. What's more, it was a country of other countries.

How did Leng Feng and Wu Xin come in?

"How did you and Wu Xin bring me in, Wu Xin?" In addition to Lengfeng alone, around no unintentional and small East, Nangong Beibei is also a little flustered.

Is it difficult to

Lengfeng tightened Nangong Beibei's hand and comforted her: "we can come in, thanks to the unintentional younger martial sister. The person who saved you is the doctor of Nanjiang and the unintentional master. Unintentionally, he is still kneeling in the snow. He can't get up without the master's consent. Xiao Dong is also outside. It's all right. I'm all right, too. "

"If it's OK, if it's ok..." Nangong Beibei whispered this sentence. She had been protected by her parents so well before. Even if she took risks, she had never experienced such a critical moment.

After being poisoned, it seems that she has been walking for a long time. The key is the cold wind. Fortunately, she never leaves her side, just to wake her up safely.

Thinking of these, Nangong Beibei's eyes immediately filled with tears, misty: "cold wind..."

In addition to whispering his name, she found that other words were all stuck in the throat, bulging, speechless, a heart, bursts of pain.

Seeing her like this, Leng Feng was a little flustered. He wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb and said, "everything is OK. It will be OK."

"Lengfeng, I'm not afraid of something..." Nangong Beibei grabs Lengfeng's hand, and his eyes are painted black, tightly intertwined.